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 sequent to their departure for training-camp.

Pierre trotted into the midst of the camp, head erect, tail up.

This was great. This was home. Perhaps he would find the Colonel.

Half-way down the regimental street, a fine, tempting odor came to his nostrils. Then he remembered he was very hungry, so he started for the mess tent. The cook was busy in the back of the tent and did not see him enter. The first thing the hungry dog's eyes fell upon was a ham on the table near the entrance.

Without saying as much as by your leave, he sprang upon the bench and began pulling down the ham. Just then the cook looked around.

Bang, whang, clatter! Ki-yi! Ki-yi! The cook had flung a kettle cover with